Life is becoming more odd and exciting as time goes on in many ways. I have always found living to be an invigorating experience, and that does not change now, and yet something has been lingering over my head for a long while now. It was that of the missing half of my family. It is not an easy thing to think about, but I must admit, that I am one who does care for my family deeply, and it pains me to not see them without a word or sign of their departure, almost as if they did not care for me in return.

First Octavia had left, and I still to this day wonder if she still lives, or if the cruelties of nature had taken her away. Then, it was Maradona and my very own mother. I must say, I have been heartbroken at my mother's disappearance. I had searched all of Moladion for her, and left with nothing. I have worried for her, if she too had been killed by beasts or illness, or slipped on a rock and hurt herself. No one is perfect. I have been saddened, but I go on and live my life.

Today, my obsidian paws take me away from the white sand beach on this warm summer day. I have been seeking to gain rank in the pack, to prove to my father my worth, and I was thinking of setting out to the newly established pack, Asteraia, to organize a play date of our youth. My long legs stretch out as I take my leave of Glorall, my home. The beach and sand begin to fade. The trees begin to grow a bit more abundant. I know Father recently came back from a battle and won. I know he is in pain from his injuries, but Father will recover and do well, this I know, for it is my Father who has been strength and confidence for the pack all along.

The scent of his blood did begin to touch my nostrils as I stroke towards the border. This must be the area in which he battled to protect our very bloodright. I felt my silver and red threads stand on edge at the smell. I must admit, I am fiercely protective of those I love, my Father, Judas, and Vesper being the ones who brought out the most of that instinct. Judas, too, had wandered I think, and I have felt ever so alone, ever so protective of my remaining Father, of whom I will remain loyal and by his side unlike any other.

My senses are not dulled by the faint smell of blood, but are instead heightened. I hear the presence of another, the rustle of the world around me. Initially, I am to believe that it may be an intruder. I lift my head in confidence, my dark face serious as I immediately head straight for the one who dare enter, perhaps it was the male who challenged my father wishing to take a jab at him while he is injured, such a thing I would never allow. I cannot hold back a bit of fang that peeks from my lips. I am quick, my tall ears fixating on the sound. I come around the foliage that blocked our view of each other, and I stand grand, my eyes of violet and blue falling upon the wolf, and I immediately recognize who is in my sights.

I cannot explain how I feel in this moment. I remain tall and rigid with my head held high and mighty. I let myself breath as I take her in, obtaining her scent as she follows the scent trail of Father's blood. I am conflicted as ever. I had loved my mother, and forever will, and yet I cannot help but feel hurt and abandoned by her. Family has always been so important to me, and to be left to grow up without a mother to guide me, to show me a path different than any other could...well, I do feel my heart sinking and touched with a warm anger. It cannot be helped at times- these things we call emotions. I did not wish her dead, as I feared she was, but to see her alive and well meant...she left full well knowing she was leaving the children who loved her behind. So I do just that. I stand tall and proud. I show her exactly the son she left alone, and how I grew strong and smart without her help. I speak no words. I only look upon the mother who I take so much after, my face almost void of emotion other than the swell of water pooling in my eyes. I will not move until she acknowledges me, until she sees me and takes me in fully. I want to love my mother again, to tell her all the things I have encountered, the things only a Mother needs to hear. But first, we just need to...sort out our feelings.